What do great-grandmothers wear?

I used to ask myself

From the day that I became one

And was put back on the shelf.

 

I have an hourglass figure,

Though the sands run to the bottom.

There’s so much that I remember –

And a lot that I’ve forgotten

 

As, where have I put the car keys?

What’s happened to my lunch?

I put it in the microwave

And now I have a hunch

That it’s not there, but somewhere else,

Wherever could it be?

I take a look inside the fridge –

Yes, there it is, I see.

 

But to get back to the mode of dress,

Not all that long ago, I guess,

Black was then all the rage

For great-grandmas who surely would

Soon shuffle off the stage.

 

Well I’ve got news for everyone –

I could be here a while.

As one is such a long time dead

I’ve gone and bought a dress that’s red –

Now that should raise a smile.